Not Mine Alone

Chapter Twelve: Forever Mine

Marie cautiously entered Logan's room, thinking he sounded strangely calm, too calm. Did he have some horrible fate-worse-than-death planned for her? What could be worse than the rejection of her that he'd already demonstrated, and did she really want to know?

{Guess I'm about to find out.}

Logan lay sprawled on the bed, clad only in a pair of boxers. Continuing to lounge casually, he made no attempt to move as Marie stepped into the room.

"Shut the door, we don't need an audience," Logan instructed softly.

Marie complied, but continued standing by the door, afraid to advance any further into the room in case she needed to make a hasty retreat. Logan watched her with amusement. He decided that he wasn't going to drag this out too long, as torturing Marie was not his intention and obviously she'd suffered more than enough.

"Come over here and sit down. I won't bite," he beckoned her with a nod of his head and a mischievous wink.

{Did he just wink? Is he actually joking around with me?}

Marie was puzzled by the apparent sudden change in his mood. He was prepared to kill both her and Scott a mere fifteen minutes ago and now he was winking at her. Despite having him in her head, she still found times when she couldn't *read* him, Logan's unpredictable moods being one of life's great mysteries.

{He wants to lure me over to the bed so he can strangle me without the added effort of chasing me around the room first.}

Even though she was suspicious of his motives, Marie edged over to the bed, trying to act as nonchalant as possible and sat down casually on the end furthest from him. Logan could smell her nervousness and smiled to himself. He didn't mind that she was a little anxious, but being outright petrified wouldn't be good. Sitting up and shifting over closer to her, he smelled the anxiety coming off her in waves, along with just a slight hint of arousal. Reaching out to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, Logan dipped down and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder. Marie just looked at him with questioning eyes, trying to gauge what he was doing. The scent of her arousal kicked up a notch in the process with that particular development, Logan noted delightedly.

"I'm sorry I overreacted and was such a shit. Forgive me?" Logan appealed softly, kissing her shoulder again for emphasis.

Marie gave a slight shudder and let out a tiny gasp at the intimate gesture, tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she absorbed his question. Reaching up to place the palm of her hand on his cheek, she let out a strangled sob.

"How about we just forgive each other and go from there?" A lone tear sliding down her porcelain cheek, the pain evident in eyes the color of melted chocolate.

Logan moved to draw her into his arms, tenderly kissing her neck, he whispered against her ear, "Works for me." Marie wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed hard, crushing herself against him tightly. They clung to each other silently for several moments, letting body language express what words couldn't, with Logan rubbing her back in a slow reassuring gesture as she buried her face against his neck.

Marie started combing her slender fingers through his thick hair, while bestowing soft, feathery kisses on his neck. Her hands trailed down to his broad chest, exploring the firm muscles with appraising fingertips. Logan was beginning to think that perhaps there would never be this one elusive *perfect* moment in time to make love. If they wanted it to happen, they'd just have to create the perfect moment themselves.

{What are we waiting for, the stars to be in perfect alignment? Next, I'll be consulting my horoscope. When did I turn into Scooter and he turn into me? What is this, the fucking twilight zone?}

Not willing to debate with himself any longer, he reciprocated her kisses and commenced his own exploration of her soft curves. Marie responded to his touch by going limp in his arms as she finally relaxed. Running a hand up her ribcage, Logan cupped her full breast through the soft material of the tank top, the nipple hardening instantly under his thumb. Needing to see her without obstruction, Logan lifted the tank top over Marie's head and smiled as her bare breasts were finally revealed to him.

"God, Marie, you're so damn beautiful," he choked out, his mouth watering and his cock growing harder at the sight of her body's ivory perfection. Logan fought to stay in control, knowing he needed to make this experience as perfect as possible for her.

Caressing her breasts, he reveled in the sheer delight of the skin-to-skin contact. Bending down to draw the perfect pink bud of one breast into his mouth, he laved it gently, while massaging the nipple of the other breast with his fingertips. Gradually lowering Marie down onto the mattress, he positioned them on their sides facing each other, maintaining his attention on her full, ripe breasts. He then ran his tongue over an erect nipple, alternating between feathery licks and gentle sucking. A low moan escaped from Marie's mouth as she arched her back into his touch.

Reaching down between them to the waistband of her shorts, Logan popped open the button and slowly lowered the zipper. He slipped his hand into the shorts and under the silk fabric of her panties until his fingers were stroking the softr onr on her mound. Realizing that the shorts and panties had to go in order for him to have better access, he removed his hand, pulled off the offending clothing in one swift gesture and tossed them on the floor. Marie's hands roamed down to the waistband of Logan's boxers and started tugging at them. Taking the hint, he helped her divest himself of them, dispatching them expeditiously to the floor to join the small pile of her clothes.

Marie immediately wrapped her small hand around his engorged member, stroking it gently, but firmly, she glided her hand up and down the shaft in a slow pumping action. With the freedom from any further restrictions, he parted her legs slightly and cupped her mound with the palm of his hand. Marie raised her hips enough to press his palm tighter againer aer as his fingers raked through the soft downy hair. Stroking the outer lips of her labia, he gently inserted two fingers into her. Marie's inner muscles clamped persistently around his fingers, increasing the pleasure for both of them. Logan kissed the sweet spot on the side of her neck as his fingers leisurely pumped in and out of her.

The sensation of being kissed on her favorite erogenous spot along with being fingered at the same time brought Marie to an almost instant climax. Logan felt her inner muscles contract even more forcefully and watched her face as the orgasm washed over her. Marie's eyelashes fluttered and she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. Unable to resist the inviting gesture, Logan bent down to run his own tongue over her enticing lips, licking them gently, before parting them to probe the inside of her mouth. Marie moaned against his mouth as his tongue dragged along her smooth polished teeth and then tangled with hers. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, while their hands engaged in the corresponding action with their bodies. Generating a symphony of taste and touch, they became lost in the ecstasy it created.

Logan moved to position them on the bed so that his face was level with her bottom half, while his cock was pointing suggestively at her face. His tongue snaked out to lick at her clit as Marie ran her tongue over the head of his cock, swirling it around the tip in slow, tantalizing circles before opening her mouth to draw him inside. Logan lathed at her moist center, sucking and licking at the pleasure point on her clit, while Marie returned the favor by alternately running her tongue up and down his silky shaft and sucking him gently. Moments later, they climaxed almost simultaneously, with Marie's juices soaking Logan's face as he shot his hot seed into the back of her throat.

"Oh, my God, Logan," Marie whimpered breathlessly.

Logan turned himself around so he was now facing her, reaching out, he pulled her tight against him, breathing in her scent that was now mingled with his own. She smelled like heaven, she smelled like his. He ran his tongue along the perimeter of her neck, marking her even more with his scent.

"So good, baby, so good," he breathed against her neck, still ragged himself.

Logan turned her face to his, possessing her mouth with his own, each tasting themselves on the other in the most intimate of shared experiences. The healing factor kicked in and Logan felt himself go hard again. Feeling it against her thigh, Marie smiled at this development and slid her hand down past the solid muscles of his chest, past the flatness of his stomach until she reached his throbbing cock. Taking him in her hand, she massaged the hot silky length gently, but with purpose. Logan let out a groan that came out a half growl and surrendered to her ministrations. Moving his own hand down to the juncture between her thighs, he pleasured her with equal attention, eliciting whimpers of pure joy.

Marie then pushed Logan onto his back and straddled his thighs. When he reached for her, she grabbed his wrists and held them firmly. She scrutinized his face carefully and with hesitation in her voice asked him a loaded question.

"Logan, am I beautiful to you?" she asked hesitantly. Releasing his wrists, she dropped her hands to his chest where she started tracing light circles over his firm pecs.

"Are you kidding? You're the most beautiful thing under this roof, baby," he replied, enjoying the sensation of her caressing fingers.

"No, I think that privilege belongs to Jean," Marie said with a trace of sadness in her voice.

"Jeannie can't hold a candle to you."

To emphasize his point, he ran his hands lightly over her stomach and up onto her perfect alabaster breasts. God, he loved her breasts. He loved just admiring them, but especially touching and kissing them. He'd never had a breast fetish until her, legs having always caught his interest the most. Of course, Marie's slender legs were fabulous too, and her delicate little bottom and well, everything about her was total perfection and he worshipped every part of her.

"Come on Logan, she's perfect," Marie stated, trying to concentrate on the conversation, "All the guys around here fall all over themselves for her attention. You included."

"I had a mild flirtation with her a year ago. The statue of limitations has run out for me to be punished for that, Marie."

He flicked a thumb over her nipple and she groaned audibly, tipping her head back slightly. She was endeavoring to maintain what little control she had left, but Logan's attentions were making it next to impossible.

"I'm sorry. I don't wanna fight. It's just my insecurities tend to flair up at weird times," she managed to proclaim, her grip on her composure fading expeditiously.

He pulled himself up into a sitting position, arranging her on his lap deliberately so she would be convinced of his desire for her. Marie observed his erection pressing against her - its generous size making it impossible to disregard, forcing her to concentrate arduously on the conversation in progress.

"Is that why you had the affair with Scott? Because you were jealous and thought you were proving something to yourself and punishing Jean at the same time?" he inquired gently, his hands continuing to administer loving little touches all over her.

"I guess I never looked at it that way," Marie admitted guiltily, "Jean is just so damn perfect. I mean on a scale from one to ten, she's a ten."

She said it with such conviction he realized she positively believed it. Logan understood that Jean could be a little intimidating with the air of perfection she flaunted shamelessly to the other female residents. Marie probably wasn't the only one resentful of Jean's superior attitude. Someone really ought to do them all a favor and knock the snotty Dr.Grey down a peg or two.

"Nobody in the universe is a ten. It's not possible," he assured her, hoping that would alleviate some of her anxiety.

Jean may be beautiful on the outside, but elitism and vanity was a big turn-off in the end. Marie had Jean beat in the beautiful-on-the-inside-too category.

"Oh yeah, then what am I?" Marie challenged, this time with just a trace of a grin flickering across her angelic features.

"Baby, you don't even register on the scale, it's so high," he proclaimed convincingly.

"I thought you just said nobody in the universe is even a ten, so how's that possible?" She asked, the smile getting more pronounced and a hint of sparkle returning to her velvet brown eyes.

"Well, that's how you rate in my universe and it's the only one that counts to me."

"Oh, Logan," she sighed and collapsed against him, "I love you so much, you really can be quite romantic."

"Only with you, darlin', 'cause I love you, too. I wish you'd stop forgetting that." He said as he wrapped his arms around her, embracing her soothingly.

Marie lay quietly pressed against him with her head resting on his chest listening to the steady thumping rhythm of his heart. Logan ran his hands up and down her back, tracing the line of her spine, befoasinasing her down gently onto her back.

"You know, I'd much rather be doing something else instead of talking."

"Why, Logan............whatever did you have in mind, sugar?" Marie asked coquettishly.

"A little bit of this," Logan said nibbling on her neck, "A little bit of that," he continued, grazing his fingers over her breasts, "And a whole lot of..........everything else." He fixed her with a penetrating gaze from heated hazel eyes.

Before Marie had a chance to say anything, Logan unexpectedly jumped off the bed and went over to the desk. Rummaging through the drawers until he found a sheet of blank paper, he hastily wrote something on it in black marker and attached a piece of tape to the top edge. She regarded him with a quizzical gaze.

"Just a little sign for the door to make sure we won't be interrupted this time," he explained.

With that he proudly showed off his handiwork. Marie let out a giggle when she read what he'd written on the sign.

STAY THE FUCK OUT!

He hastily attached the sign to the outside of the door, closed it and locked it for added measure. Returning to the bed, he pulled Marie onto his lap once more.

"Now, where were we?"

"I think we were right about here," Marie said, hands on either side of his face, she leaned in to kiss him, while wrapping her legs around his waist. After a few minutes of highly pleasurable kissing and touching, Marie reached down between them to guide his cock into her. A realization hit Logan.

"A condom. We need a condom, Marie," Logan breathed against her mouth.

"Ok, but please hurry, Logan. I want you in me........... now!"

Logan reached over to the nightstand and fumbled in the drawer for the little foil packet, but there didn't seem to be one in there. Reluctantly, breaking contact enough to move close enough to look into the drawer, he found no sign of any condoms.

"Damnit. Ok, lemme just get my wallet. Hang on just a sec, don't go anywhere."

Logan stood up and went over to the dresser to retrieve his wallet. Looking inside, he found it too was condom-free. {Fuck.} How the hell could he have run out? This was like some really unbelievably cruel joke the fates were playing on them.

"Er, Marie, we have a slight problem." He sat back down on the bed. "Look, I know I don't have anything nasty, you know, health-wise, so if you're on the p we' we're good to go."

"Logan, I'm not on the pill. I don't even have a diaphragm or anything," she informed him distressingly.

"Shit! Well, I'm certainly not about to go ask Scooter for one. I'll just have to go to the drugstore."

Damn, he didn't want to interrupt the mood, but what choice did they have?

"Logan," Marie said, pulling him closer and straddling his lap again, "It's okay."

"Yeah? You sure, Marie?"

"Yeah, Logan I'm sure," she assured him.

"Are you ready to accept the consequences if we don't use birth control?"

"Are you?" she reciprocated.

As confirmation, he reached between them and guided his unsheathed cock to her entrance. That unspoken gesture spoke volumes to her about his commitment. Marie shifted up slightly and lowered herself down onto him until he was embedded in her to the hilt. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she started a rocking motion to set the rhythm, while Logan wrapped himself around her lithe body and dusted kisses on her creamy breasts.

He thrust into her, matching the pace she'd set and continued dropping kisses and playful nips on her breasts and neck. She ran her hands all over his splendid chest while pressing moist kisses to his face and neck. Logan reached up to pull the clip out of her hair, letting it cascade freely over her shoulders and down her back in a silky curtain. She arched backward slightly and her hair touched the bed behind her. Logan combed a hand through the soft tresses before drawing her back up for his mouth to possess hers once more. Kissing her was an erotic experience by itself. She tasted like warm, sweet honey and he wanted to savor every moment.

Soon Logan eased them both down onto the bed so that Marie was now on her back again and he was above her. Still inside her and careful not to break the rhythm, Logan continued thrusting, pushing her knees up slightly to achieve even deeper penetration.

"Oh, God, Logan ... please," Marie implored.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Logan barely managed to get out.

"More, please Logan...........more," she begged brazenly.

He pushed even deeper inside her, feeling her surrounding him, enveloping himself in her. It was everything he'd fantasized about her and more. He knew at that moment that he'd never want another woman in the same way.

"Yes........oh, yes.......just like that.......just like that." Marie gasped, writhing beneath him.

"Marie.......you feel....... so damn good, baby." His own breath coming in ragged gulps.

"So close.......oh, yes......... so close." She writhed more intensely with each powerful thrust.

"Marie.... relax...... and..... let it go," he gasped out, feeling his own release coming.

"LOGAN!" Marie emphatically screamed as the orgasm crashed over her, the inner muscles contracting powerfully, sending Logan over into the abyss, too. Screaming her name with a roar, he came with a force he'd never experienced previously. Everything went blindingly bright, a white-hot heat surrounded them both, engulfing them in the ecstasy of mutual pleasure. They collapsed in a moist heap, both too exhausted to move, they simply lay there entwined in a tangle of limbs.

"Marie?" Logan asked hesitantly, recovering slightly.

"Yes, Logan," Marie sighed, still basking in the afterglow.

"This is gonna be like a....... ya know, just us thing from now on, right?" he inquired hesitantly.

"Sure, Logan. Just us."

"No one else?" he asked, the *one* he meant being obvious.

"No one but you," she pledged.

"You and me ....... that's all, okay?" he double-checked, still needing absolute confirmation.

"Exclusive, Logan. To the exclusion of all others," she confirmed "especially, Scott." she added, knowing he wanted, no, needed to hear that clarified.

"Good, just checking," he said, greatly relieved.

"Logan, I don't want Jean to find out about me and Scott. We have to make sure he doesn't do something stupid, like make a big confession."

"I don't think he'll do that. If he doesn't have you anymore, he'll just be grateful he didn't ruin it with Jean. I can safely bet, that he'll keep his mouth shut."

"What about 'Ro? She knows about it, too. What if she decides that it's in Jean's best interest to know the truth?" She had a point.

"I'll talk to 'Ro, convince her that it would be in everyone's best interest if this whole thing just got dropped and buried. She'll go along with it, don't worry."

"I hope you're right, Logan. I really do. I just wanna put this whole affair behind me."

"Marie, we'll be so all over each other, nobody will ever suspect a thing."

"Making out in public? I think I could handle that." She winked at him mischievously.

"How about a little more making out in private? Think you can handle that?" he inquired temptingly.

"Trying to make up for lost time, sugar?" she asked with a saucy grin on her face.

"You bet," he answered her as he reached for her again.

Skipping lunch, they made love for the rest of the afternoon, finally taking a break for dinner. Although, Logan had to go to the dining room and bring a tray back to his room, as Marie was pretty certain she wasn't capable of walking and Logan carrying her into the dining room would have looked strange. They fed each other the food seductively and then Logan placed the tray on the floor and moved over Marie once more. He noticed that she had a slight pained expression on her face.

"What's wrong, baby? Tell me." Logan hated to see her experience even the slightest discomfort.

"I'm just a little sore, sugar - that's all. You're a big boy, if ya know what I mean."

"I have an idea. I need you to flip the button, lever or whatever you call it in your brain, to turn on your mutation for just a minute."

"What? What are you planning, Logan?"

"Just trust me, okay?" He pushed her down onto the bed.

Marie reached into the recesses of her mind and flipped the little internal switch that controlled her mutation. Logan reached down between her legs and placed his hand at the junction between her legs. He began gently rubbing his fingertips in slow circles, a thumb flicking over her clit. She felt the pull begin, but Logan continued his steady ministrations. He was healing her soreness!! A moment later, before he caused any real damage to himself, Logan removed his hand and Marie felt a soft tingling, but the ache was gone! It certainly was a unique use of both their mutations she had to admit. Logan, looking no worse for the experience, simply smiled down at her with a lascivious smile.

"Feeling better, baby?"

"Good to go, sugar," she replied seductively.

With that, she flipped the switch back off, reached up and yanked him back down on top of her to prove it.

~ THE END ~